Taking the endless escalator
Watching the lonely passers-by
When will I stop? I want to get off
At the end of the night
When the fog dispels the light
And I breathe the moist air
It doesn't matter yours or mine
Because we're here
But do you see me through the fog?
Do you hear me through the time?
Every second sinks in a bog
But all in vane if you disclaim
Taking the endless escalator
Watching the lonely passers-by.
I see my station. Come with me now
Into the end of the night.
The Endless Escalator
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